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Bored, lonely and depressed in London, I headed off to Hamleys. On the ground floor I visited the dull Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy exhibition. Then I walked up several flights of stairs with a pair of very overweight American … Continue reading →

I discovered that Daily Mail sub-editor RH was the secret writer of scores of award-winning television dramas. This was on the same day that I overheard him say that he hardly ever watched television. It was my brother-in-law JS who … Continue reading →

S returned home to the White House from yet another bender. I cornered her in the upstairs kitchen and demanded that this outrageous behaviour stop. She eventually agreed to add some discipline to her life, and said that she would … Continue reading →

I had sourced a rare, early version of a clothes peg doll. Although only three inches tall, its remarkable resemblance to Sarah Jessica Parker (SJP) meant it was both highly collectable and extremely valuable. As I walked down the street, … Continue reading →

I popped out to phone TPR from the call box down the street from my Paris pied a terre. I got lost on the way back, distracted by the shop windows stuffed with wonderful cakes and pastries that I could … Continue reading →

The excitement invested in anticipating the trip to China and meeting SC, her husband and their children, was eclipsed by the nature of our one and only encounter. We sat in front seats of the Landrover, then they opened the … Continue reading →